Bunty's throat swelled at the sight of them, he had never seen Judy cry as long as he could remember.

He patted her thin hand, he rubbed his head against her shoulder, and said, "Never mind, old girl," in a thick voice.
But that brought, half a dozen great heavy drop hurrying down from beneath the closed lashes, and the girl turned over and lay face downwards to hide them.

Then she struggled up to a sitting position and actually began to laugh.
"IF the Miss Burtons could see me!" she said.

"Oh, I've managed everything so beautifully; they think I'm spending a fortnight at Katoomba--oh, BUNTY, you ought to see the curls Miss Marian Burton wears plastered at each side of her cheeks!" She broke off, laughing almost hysterically, and then coughing till the tears came back in her eyes.
"Do go and get me something to eat," she said crossly, when she got her breath--"you might remember I've had nothing to eat since yesterday morning; only you always were selfish, Bunty." He got up and moved away in a great hurry.

"What could you eat?
what shall I get ?" he said, and put one leg down the trap-door.
"Anything so long as it's a lot," she said--"ANYTHING!--I feel I could eat this straw, and crunch up the beams as if they were biscuits.